Essence of a Dreamer

Darkened urges boil deep beneath my skin, tearing and scratching towards freedom. They have consumed me for the longest of time; they have attacked my utter most being, and live off my many undiluted fears. The leveling off of my minds power and the heightening of odd daze sets in; confusion is the souls provider, for which there is an abundance. The light of truth dims low; being forced out by disturbing fantasies, never less disturbed than once before. Death and destruction fill in the blanks of what is left of my humanity; it picks off the tidbits of sanity that cling hard for lifes struggle. Shadows of ring tossing puppets; labyrinths of thought crumbling to dust, I slowly die in a sleepless dream.